Forgiveness Flour

This poem was shared in Relief Society the other day and I really liked it so I wanted to share.  

Forgiveness Flour     by Marguerite Stewart

When I went to the door, at the whisper of knocking, 

I saw Simeon Gantner's daughter, Kathleen, standing 

There, in her shawl and her shame, sent to ask

"Forgiveness Flour" for her bread.  "Forgiveness Flour,"

We call it in our corner.  If one has erred, one

Is sent to ask for flour of his neighbors.  If they loan it

To him that means he can stay, but if they refuse, he had

Best take himself off.  I looked at Kathleen...

What a jewel of a daughter, though not much like her

Father, more's the pity.  "I'll give you flour, "I 

Said, and went to measure it.  Measuring was the rub,

If I gave too much, neighbors would think I made sin

Easy, but if I gave too little, they would label me

"Close."  While I stood measuring, Joel, my husband

Came in from the mill, a great bag of flour on his 

Shoulder, and seeing her there, shrinking in the

Doorway, he tossed the bag at her feet.  "Here, take

All of it."  And so she had flour for many loaves,

While I stood measuring.

Matthew 7:1-5

Judge not, that ye be not judged.  For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.  And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?  Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?  Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.